Fields of Gold

What a turn around in just a week :)

The first of the three villages daffodil festivals was a white-out. This week, at Oxenhall spring was out in all its glory. The woodlands shimmered in yellow green n gold and the daffodils and crowds were out in their hordes.

Also in this country pastiche were riders, Traveller carts (complete with solar panel) and the annual MG collectors gathering on the green in front of the ‘Poets Church’ at Dymock.

 

The daffs in the garden and the Forest were bent double under the weight of snow but these sturdy little gems recover quickly and were standing proud saluting the early spring sun.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

By William Wordsworth 

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought.

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.